You gave me a rose
your heart was once mine...

Some believe a single photograph
can say more than words ever can...

I'm burning words inside of me
they're refusing to let out...

Rummaging through scrapbooks
searching for your ghost...

The shorter the better
the poem i say...

I hope when you reach for her hand
you remember how we were...

He had always been the quiet one
spent his lunch inside his truck...

Ive done many things
i must regret...

A whisper of darkness
engulfed in this wave of emotion...

Your words were way to strong
lets pretend we never met...

Darkened clouds blanket the sky
as lava flows, the children cry...

So far but still so near
i hear your voice so loud and clear...